PrinceZahn

I….don't know. Really I don't… They are just… 'write something…' But I don't know what to write So what do I do? If I can't write something good enough To pass Or draw anything worth seeing? I don't have a brilliant imagination But maybe I could come up with Something that sounds better Just Written Down.

Trees are poems The earth writes on the sky What changed them   Can the world tell me why? For nature is beautiful If you can’t see that do you really try? I want to see it all, Jump from the trees and fly! But I can’t.   I have to admire from afar It breaks me, because I wish to live Beyond the sea and stars I have to live in my world Outside of nature’s way For I know It’s not a place where I can stay.

So, where are you? You promised you would be here. Every day I am waiting, wondering where you are. And everyone is staring at this poor, pathetic girl, waiting and waiting for her love to return.   Now I don’t know if you are even real! Was this all just my imagination, something my desperate mind created? But my heart knows, there was something more in those mere moments we had, silent whispers in the night.   But as each day passes and we wait in silence. Wondering if something more was hidden inside those whispers we shouted into the night.   Now, six months after those moments, I don’t know where to turn. I’m broken, lo